It keeps me distracted, in between my head turns of looking at the beautiful women walk up and down the concourse. Then I see her, strutting in as...proud as can be. Even men, who would not typically be drawn to her, stop what they're doing to glance at her direction. Fathers with babies, husbands with their wives, and teenage boys who know they want to look but realize she's out of their league; all pay a subtle homage to her stunning beauty. She is 5 foot 6 inches tall and has long curly. There was NOTHING sexual about it, no it was an awakening to the realization that there was more than an age difference between me and the females that lived in and around our house.My parents divorced when I was 5, it was a hurtful time because for some reason my Dad left the house and I thought it was because I had been naughty. Mom and Dad tried to assure me that was not the case, but it seemed to stick in my mind. My sister Kate, 3 years older, did blame me, “It’s all your fault, you are. At the same time, I took my other hand and went back to teasing the top ridge of his pulsing cock when my mouth was moving up and down -- He was totally about to cum and I was keeping him right on the edge. I didn’t want it to end – If he’d been awake he probably would have been begging me in desperation by now. But he was asleep – so he just kept hovering on the edge like this, and I just keep torturing - until his breath became even more still – almost like he wasn’t breathing at all. I. We took to the field to try and defend our lead. The first pitch the batter got a good hit, it was looking like it was going over me to my right, but with a launch from my legs, I was able to get high enough to snag it in my mitt, I landed half on my back, which knocked the wind from me momentarily, but I held my mitt up with the ball still in it. The next two batters were unable to get on base even with both getting a hit, both went straight to one of our guys who threw to Nobel, our first.